*do you think she'll ever let me stay again? i had a little party, was drunk by 10am (just kidding), ate pickles in her bed (i don't even eat pickles) and read the brothers K, used her fabu hair products (i really did this), drank chocolate milk from the jug (it still isn't even unsealed) and read a commentary on the brothers K (found the f*bomb in it...and she calls herself a pastor? :) ), and played dressup in her favorite hat and scarf. then i uploaded the photos on to her computer in a file called "right at home". i wonder when she'll find them?